The blood of other innocents
There's no more time to hope again
Behind this war they know, nobody wins again
Blood call blood, no control, two destructions
Civil wars, nations call reconstructions
'43: Italy change direction
There's no hope, people call revolutions
They touch the freedom, they see the light
The black cross is next to die
They don't know that they are the instruments...
...to protect western lands from red "Bolshie"
Weaknessphere, now is clear, you're surrounded
Weaknessphere, uselessphere, we can tell you:
"Thanks a lot, the 'red-ghost' is our friend now"
Weaknessphere you're fall down
Weaknessphere you're alone
Weaknessfear pay your pound
We need to take your control